Something that will be forgotten
How many things from the past have been forgotten.
Something has been forgotten forever.
Something people try to remember, decipher, investigate ... often in vain.
And the process of forgetting in the modern world has accelerated.
You see this drawing now, but you won't remember it tomorrow.
Of course , there are some things that artists and stories will remember. But there are some insignificant things that they will forget.
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History is memory that comes to life, and oblivion is death that continues.
Whoever closes his eyes to the past loses sight of the future.
To forget one's history is to voluntarily become an orphan of time.
Peoples who lose their memory are forced to relive their tragedies.
History is written with the ink of facts, but erased with the water of indifference.
Forgetting is the easiest way to forgive an enemy at the expense of a victim.
The past does not disappear, it simply waits to be forgotten.
History teaches us to see light where oblivion tries to overtake darkness.
Memory is the only shield of culture against the destructive power of time.
Forgetting turns the great lessons of the past into blank pages.
History without memory turns into an ordinary fiction of the victors.
The most terrible enemy of truth is not lies, but complete oblivion.
To remember history is to hold the key to one's own door.
Oblivion erases the faces of heroes, leaving only dust on the ruins.
History gives us roots, and oblivion turns it into a tumbleweed.
He who owns the past, controls the future by overcoming oblivion.
Awesome work on the daily Ecency leaderboard quest, @shadeflowersart! A haunting reflection on how easily the beauty of the forgotten fades away.
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Time erases everything. The memory of humanity is only a brief flash in eternity.
Great empires disappear. In the place of magnificent palaces, only dust always remains.
The names of leaders are forgotten. Even the darkest and most majestic figures will become nothing.
Pain eventually subsides. Every tragedy of modernity will turn into a dry line of history tomorrow.
Triumphs have an end. Applause subsides, leaving behind only absolute silence.
Nature takes its turn. Grass and trees sprout through neglected monuments.
Every action is temporary. Our daily worries are just circles on the water.
Digital memory is unreliable. Media destroys, codes disappear, servers shut down forever.
Generations replace each other. Great-grandchildren rarely remember the faces and dreams of their great-grandfathers.
The universe is indifferent to us. The stars are indifferent to human victories, defeats and memories.
Art also fades. Paintings fade, books crumble, languages become dead.
The final stop is the wasteland. Any noise sooner or later ends in silence.
Insults lose their meaning. Hostility and old betrayals eventually dissolve into nothingness.
Life is a flash. We come from darkness and return there forgotten.
Glory is an illusion. Trying to imprint ourselves in history is only a rebellion against the inevitable.
Oblivion gives freedom. The fact that everything will disappear frees us from the fear of mistakes.